Cry baby walker

We try to take a walk most days after work or after dinner. Now when I say "let's go bye bye" to Stasa, she grabs her shoes and bee-lines for her stroller. But God forbid we stop walking. She gets so mad at us and turns on the waterworks. She has such a hard life. Seriously.

Painted tootsies!



And so it begins...




And just like that it's over and it's back to regularly scheduled playing.



Oh, and the other week I scraped and repainted our mailbox pole only to come home the next day to this:



Thanks, birds.